I’m done searching for a miracle.
Done asking for fixed things.
I won’t plead with You any longer to release these bruises from my bones.
Or to lift the ink from my heartskin.
I don’t need restoration like I need to know You.
So, don’t take away this achiness.
Don’t let Lonely leave.
I hate her.
More than I’ve ever hated anyone.
But, You said she can stay-
So, she can’t be that bad.
Keep me here.
Trapped in a world I can’t see clearly…
Fuck my eyesight.
Because, there’s nothing worth seeing if I cannot see it with You.
You see in darkness as you see in light…
Will you see enough for me?
Let all I have lost remain lost.
Cast away into the infinity of finiteness.
What is any of it worth, if I am lost from You?
Oh it hurts.
To love with this mess of a chest.
The imperfect trying to love the imperfect will always be imperfect.
The imperfect trying to love the Perfect? It too will always be imperfect.
But You the Perfect, loving the imperfect, will always be Perfect.
So, Leave me in the pit.
In this groaning flesh.
In this sickness.
In the inexhaustible pain of existing here…
Just please don’t leave my side.
Miracles won’t help me now.
One thrilling, blood-tingling, impossible happening,
Would leave me cold just the same as the mundane.
It could never be enough.
I need a lasting happening.
Happening and moving constantly from one ache to the next.
I need a True Love.
A Transformational, Supernatural, All-consuming fire.
Will You be enough for me?